this is how i know we were made for each other

The Creators of Yuri on Ice
  • Episode one: let's make the gay really subtle and not distract from the story line
  • Episode two: Just make the opening a little gayer and have Viktor touch Yuri a bunch, but in a teasing flirting way. We don't want to go overboard
  • Episode four: Let's just straight up have Viktor ask to be Yuri's lover. That should get everyone on the same page
  • Episode seven: Make them kiss ( ͡° ͜ʖ ͡°)
  • Episode nine: They're still??? not??? convinced??? After that? Ok, so this time do like a really big dramatic airport scene where they run at each other and Yuri uses the same words as a proposal to ask Viktor to stay with him. But still keep it subtle. We're going For sub-context here to let the audience figure it out.
  • Episode ten: FUCK IT! FUCK IT! PUT ENGAGEMENT RINGS ON THOSE BOYS! PUT YURI ON A G O D D A M N STRIPPER POLE!!! HAVE YURI HANG ON VIKTOR LIKE A DRUNK KOALA AND HUMP HIM LIKE A DOLPHIN!! SHOW THE EXACT MOMENT VIKTOR FALLS IN LOVE WITH YURI. YURI. AND. VIKTOR. ARE. GAY.
WARNING: see below

THIS IS VERY IMPORTANT, PLEASE READ. 

Warning: Please don’t listen to the audio if you are in any way uncomfortable with sexual things. This Audio was included as part of proof in a call out post I should’ve made a while ago.

I’m sure everyone knows the story of how I met Ultima. It’s quite a funny story actually, I insulted his teeth on a livestream and that led to us getting an interview arranged. Shortly after he interviewed me and Vade, we starting talking a decent amount. It was clear he wanted to date me, and I told him that that summer I just wanted to focus on my studies, but he insisted that we give each other a chance. So I agreed, and we started going out early August. There were a few things that made me uncomfortable in the relationship, but nothing that I thought was damning. He was very insistent that we sext, even when I repeatedly told him no. However I figured it was just a thing that happened in online relationships, since I had previously never had one, and went with it. Nevertheless, we dated for about a month until I fully realized that this wasn’t attractive to me, and that he as a person wasn’t attractive to me, and I tried to break up with him.

I’ll say now that I was definitely not sinless in this relationship, and didn’t stand up for myself in times that I should’ve. I let things happen that I shouldn’t have let happen, and for that I do apologize. I’m obviously not very experienced, and he took advantage of that. When I tried to break up with him, he said a lot of things that set off the Psychologist alarm bells in my head. He told me only he would ever treat me well, and that I would never find someone who would give even half the same kind of love of respect. I’ll find the exact quote: “The worst part of all of this is that YOU are the one who will be losing the most in this situation. I will move on and you will be the one who has a higher chance of regretting the decision to just let me go.”

He then said he would forgive me for this “mistake” if I just agreed to drop it and get back together with him. I insisted that this was my decision that I wanted to make and that was that. A few days later, he contacted me saying that he wanted to get back together. I declined. A few weeks later, he again insisted that we get back together, and that even if we didn’t he asked if he could fly up to my apartment in December and have sex. I again declined. By this point I was dating hawker, and specifically told him we were together. He again asked if we wanted to get back together. I told him quite forcefully that I was dating hawker, and insisted he stop asking.

He still asked occasionally, but it wasn’t until December that I really realized what was going on. Ultima sent me an audio. Remember, this is about 2 months after me and hawker started dating, and he was fully aware of this fact. He sent me an audio fantasizing about having sex with me, completely out of the blue. (AUDIO IS INCLUDED ABOVE). REMEMBER THIS WAS AFTER I HAD REJECTED HIM AND HE KNOWS IM GOING OUT WITH SOMEONE ELSE. It was around that same time I got some more information.

Jenn came to me and asked a question about Ultima. She told me what had happened (see her blog), and I immediately told him that both the audio and the fact that he did this to Jenn really made me uncomfortable, and I didn’t want to be in contact with him further.

A bit of time passed, and more inconsistencies started to pop up. Upon asking around, both Camila and others he had interviewed had a similar experience. Then, when I confronted him about him pestering other people to date him as well, he blatantly lied to me, saying that they were the ones who had pursued him. Then things began to unfurl, and I realized he had been manipulating and pestering almost every woman he had interviewed.

I didn’t want to make this post to be a vindictive bitch, or to throw him under the bus or anything. I just really wanted to warn people about what type of person he actually is. By all means, if you like his content, watch his content, but don’t think for a second that he is the person he says he is.

I honestly was fooled by his nice guy approach. When Vade and a few more friends told me that he was doing some really questionable things, I defended him. Even now, I’m still feeling a little bad for doing this. But I also got into this mess by not saying what I needed to say when I needed to say it, so I’m going to do that now.

If you are a woman that he’s interviewed and he asks you out, think very carefully about if you want to say yes. Don’t let him pester you, and don’t let him get his way. If he sends you explicit pictures, block him and report him. 

This is also hopefully to show him not to do this in the future. I’m sincerely not trying to ruin his life, and I’m pretty torn up about doing this, but it needs to be done. 

Now That Victuuri is Canon

It seems that a lot of people are upset because there was no explicit discussion of the kiss or further confirmation of Victor and Yuuri’s relationship in episode 8.

I understand why a lot of people feel this way. It’s another reason to fear if this whole thing is just really advanced queerbaiting. It’s a completely valid concern, given how many times we’ve been scorned. However, not only have we gotten confirmation from the creators that Victor and Yuuri are romantically attracted to each other, but even if we ignore all that it’s impossible to ignore on-screen events. I know I needn’t get into that and this is not the point of this post.

What I want to address is the subgroup of people who are upset because they were expecting more obvious romantic interacting between Yuuri and Victor. I’ll be honest, I wanted things to “get spicier” in a super dramatic way too, but thinking about it, that would not have made sense for this show at all. I’m not here to say “let’s be thankful for what we got” but rather to say “let’s look at what we got, and see what that all means in the grander scope of things.”

(As usual, sticking this under a cut because boy oh boy does it get long.)

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Sometimes it’s still so, so hard to believe that we became these people that are worlds away from each other now. Hard to believe that you were everything, you know? You had me at night and in the morning and every hour in between.  It’s hard to love someone after they’ve shown you parts of themselves that don’t really fit with the rest of the picture that you’ve made for yourself, you know? Like, God, you really really hurt me but you’ve also made me so happy and how can you be both of those people at once? Where does it all fit? You made me question so much. You made me question all your love and every touch and the point is, really, that you can blame me for the distance and the timing all you want, but you’re still the one who turned themselves into a stranger. You’re still the one who made me wonder why I even wanted to stay at all. 

We used to love each other before. You used to trace my spine and lighten up my world with your smile. We were perfect back then, but everything was ruined. Don’t get me wrong, I’m not trying to win you back. I just want to exhaust the remaining things about you, inside.
You know what, I still hate you after all those years. It’s been six years, to be exact. And every single day, I hate your existence. When there’s a time that I reminisce our past, it makes me feel sick. I don’t know what made me fell in love with you in the first place and how everything went from good to worse. You were the worst thing that ever happened to me.
I hate you for being so selfish and never tried to shut your mouth and let me win an argument. You didn’t hold my hand and stop me from leaving for that night. You just let me walk away and made me feel that you never loved me. You think only about your happiness, you never paid attention to my details. You never asked if I’m still happy, you think only about yourself.
I hate you for painting my world with your colors and made me used to love them. And now you were gone, it makes me insane because I see them every day. I tried to hide everything through smiles, but my eyes never stopped bleeding them. There’s no way I could escape because you planted flowers inside my chest and it continues to breathe your stupid name. I couldn’t breathe on my own.
I hate you for making me believe in your promises that you will stay, no matter what happens.
I hate you for being a part of my life, for scarring my heart with your love. You build walls around me with your kindest words and now that you were in love with someone else, I don’t know how to climb up, explore the world and start all over again. I’m afraid to jump on my own because you made me believe that fear won’t exist if you were here. I’m still afraid.
I hate you for making me in love with your favorite song. After six years, it’s still playing in my head.
I hate you, let me move on.
—  E.J. Cenita, A Letter For Someone I Hate The Most

So cuttlefish have some kind of rudimentary(?) language that has a gestural component. Or, if you don’t want to call it language, they communicate with each other, in part, through gesturing with their arms. (Not sure how a consistent system of signs isn’t a language but I’m not a linguist).

Anyway, there is a tank of cuttlefish at the New England aquarium. Usually, the animals totally ignore the visitors. Once when I was there with a friend, the cuttlefish were signing to each other. My friend held his hand up to the glass and began to imitate their gestures with his fingers, and then made a sequence of random signs. 

The cuttlefish became extremely agitated and signed furiously at him and rapidly flashed different colors, and we will never know what he accidentally said to them. 

The moral of this story is actually that it’s fucked up how we keep sentient and sensitive beings in a weird little fish jail. 

  • <p> <b></b> "How did you two meet?"<p/><b>Cas:</b> “Dean stabbed me.”<p/><b></b> "What has been your worst fight?"<p/><b>Dean:</b> “Probably when Cas became God and killed a whole bunch of folk…and then I tried to have Death gank him…Not our finest hour.”<p/><b></b> "When did you realize you were in love with each other?"<p/><b>Dean:</b> “I guess it started when Cas betrayed Heaven for me. I began to realize something was off with the way I grieved after the whole Leviathan thing, but I think I accepted it in Purgatory. I was going to tell him once we made it home, but…”<p/><b>Cas:</b> “I have always loved Dean, I just didn’t know how to recognize the emotion for what it was. Once I became human, though, it was harder to ignore.”<p/><b></b> "Who initiated the first kiss?"<p/><b>Dean:</b> “I-well, he-“<p/><b>Cas:</b> “We were on a hunt, Dean had been knocked out. I thought he required resuscitation, but in the last moment he opened his eyes and we stared at each other… I don’t know who moved first.”<p/><b>Dean:</b> “It was mutual, I think.”<p/><b></b> "Who was the first to say ‘I love you’?"<p/><b>Dean:</b> “Oh, we haven’t, uh-“<p/><b>Cas:</b> “The depth of our feelings for each other cannot be adequately expressed through such a simple phrase.”<p/><b>Dean:</b> “Right. Actions speak louder.”<p/><b></b> "Who is the little spoon?"<p/><b>Cas:</b> “We are not cutlery of any size.”<p/><b>Dean:</b> “No, as in- never mind. I am, okay? But just because Castiel’s wings can wrap around the both of us.”<p/><b>Cas:</b> “Oh, you are referring to our intimate hugs. I enjoy those.”<p/><b>Dean:</b> “Shut up, Cas.”<p/><b></b> "Who proposed?"<p/><b>Cas:</b> “Dean did. He was very romantic.”<p/><b>Dean:</b> “Dude, I’ve got a reputation to uphold.”<p/><b>Cas:</b> “Of course. Dean did not take me on a walk through a beautiful flower garden filled with bees, nor did he serenade me with his guitar at a fountain. He did not make a picnic lunch with naturally sourced ingredients. He certainly did not give a very beautiful speech when he went down on one knee, and he did not choose perfect matching rings.”<p/><b>Dean:</b> *links their hands together so both rings are showing* “You’re still not very good at this whole lying thing.”<p/><b>Cas:</b> “That’s okay. I already have what I want."
I wanna blame it on timing. You know, wrong time, wrong place type of situation,” she said, “Like perhaps if we met later on in life when we were better for each other, things would’ve worked out the way we hoped they would, maybe we would’ve made it.”
“But I guess sometimes, people just don’t fit together no matter what you do or how hard you try. And that’s that.
—  Different pieces of the puzzle /
Excerpt of a book I’ll never write

“Do you think we’d be friends if we weren’t like, stuck together in the same town?
Like we were stuck together in girlscouts?
Like… uh… is this just… what’s the word?”

“Proximity?”

“Yeah”

“I don’t know.
I honestly don’t.
My entire life feels like running after something that keeps moving away into the distance,
while I stay in the same place.

And I guess proximity counts for a lot right now.”

When I was a child I noticed that kids in stories were always saving each other through the power of friendship, through love and loyalty and devotion to each other. That was right and good, I thought. Of course. If you love someone fiercely enough, you can protect them from anything.

It never occurred to me then that friendships could end without a big fight over something stupid. So I didn’t fight. I loved, I compromised, I made sacrifices, I swallowed my pride. We were infants, toddlers, children together - and when that first real thirst for adulthood came on, I figured we’d drink deep and grow up together, too.

I don’t know how old we were when we first started noticing strangers looking out from each others’ eyes - both the same shade of hazel. Twelve? Thirteen? By fifteen, it was almost always strangers. By seventeen, we had stopped pretending to know each other. What happened? Where in the mad rush towards adulthood had we lost one another? And, most bitter of all - could it have turned out different?

I finished “Something Wicked This Way Comes” by Ray Bradbury this morning and have been thinking of the cursed carousel that turns little boys into men before their times. It’s hard to recognize carousels like that in real life… harder still to pull your friends off of them.

That was great. It had a clear message about how change can be good, and how it’s good for different kinds of people to come together and talk to each other, but it made that point without creating a straw man out of the, for lack of a better term, antagonist. I didn’t like Andy at first, but now I hope we see him again.

And the obvious nods to Thanksgiving themes without anyone actually knowing what Thanksgiving is were pretty funny.

game of thrones sentence starters ( s3ep6)

  • “ the more wood the bigger the fire.”
  • “ you know your fires.”
  • “ i knew you were highborn.”
  • “ buried treasure. thousands of years old, i think.”
  • “ what does it do?”
  • “ it’s beautiful though, isn’t it?”
  • “ how much longer?”
  • “ you’re playing with me.”
  • “ do you sing?”
  • “ sing me a song.”
  • “ that’s not how you skin a rabbit.”
  • “ i made this bow myself.”
  • “ oh, you’re gonna punch the rabbit to death?”
  • “ some of us are just a little better.”
  • “ you’ve got a big mouth and too many teeth.”
  • “ stop it!”
  • “ me? it’s my fault?”
  • “ we can’t fight each other, we’ll never make it!”
  • “ don’t push me.”
  • “ i’m right here with you.”
  • “ what’s happening?”
  • “ you’re afraid.”
  • “ i’ve waited my whole life to see the world from up there.”
  • “ here, sit down.”
  • “ you killed someone for them?”
  • “ i didn’t kill him, but i bet his balls are still bruised.”
  • “ can we not talk about that here?”
  • “ you were trembling like a leaf!”
  • “ don’t worry, your secret is safe with me.”
  • “ you’re loyal, and your brave.”
  • “ they don’t care if you live or die.”
  • “ don’t ever betray me.”
  • “ ’cause i’ll cut your pretty cock right off and wear it ’round me neck.”
  • “ you’re good. you’re not as good as you think you are.”
  • “ there’s someone out there.”
  • “ that’s about far enough.”
  • “ you’re going to hurt him.”
  • “ i see a darkness in you.”
  • “ you staring at me ass, ___?”
  • “ sorry. were you sleeping?”
  • “ wa… wa… water? you want some water?”
  • “ i wish i had some for you.”
  • “ so let’s play a game. which body-part do you need the least?”
  • “ please! i’ll do everything, please.”
  • “ wouldn’t that be a hunt to remember?”
  • “ you failed, but i’m a better hunter than you.”
  • “ how about your  ___? you don’t need that for much do you?”
  • “ good, let’s start with that.”
  • “ you’ve been wondering why you’re here, haven’t you?”
  • “ if you guess right, i’ll tell you. by the old gods and the new, i swear it.”
  • “ you win the game if you can figure out who i am.”
  • “ if i win, you’ll let me go?”
  • “ if you think this has a happy ending, you haven’t been paying attention.”
  • “ if you say please again, you’ll with you hadn’t.”
  • “ do i look like a fucking umber to you?”
  • “ how did you know that?”
  • “ it was just a guess.”
  • “ he’s dead. strangled by ____”
  • “that’s why you’re torturing me.”
  • “ yes. you win.”
  • “ but you forgot to ask one question. you forgot to ask if i’m a liar. i’m afraid i am.”
  • “ everything i’ve told you is a lie.”
  • “ this isn’t happening to you for a reason. well, one reason. i enjoy it!”
  • “ please, cut if off, cut if off!”
  • “ i win!”
  • “ thank you for riding here so quickly. i know travel isn’t easy in these times.”
  • “ i had something less permanent in mind.”
  • “ if we don’t do this, and do it now, we’re lost.”
  • “ many people would pay a great deal for you.”
  • “ shall we drink on it?”
  • “ you do understand how suspicious that is to ordinary people?”
  • “ i’m afraid i must insist.”
  • “ you’re in no place to insist on anything.”
  • “ i would have hoped you’d learned your lesson.” 
  • “ you may have a stomach for bloodshed and slaughter, but this is another matter entirely.”
  • “ i will not breathe further life into a malicious lie by discussing it.”
  • “ i feel like i’m in a dream.”
  • “ it’s terrible isn’t it? the most terrible place there is.”
  • “ trying to have me killed is an odd way of saying thank you.”
  • “ it’s… this… this is awkward.”
  • “ who doesn’t like to see their friends fail now and then?”
  • “ i did what i did for the good of the realm.”

The fact that there are people out there in the universe that don’t know about the greatness that is Root and Shaw is just…. my heart is truly heavy for you.

They weren’t even planned and yet ended up being my favorite ship of all time (not just out of f/f ships but m/f ones also). I will never stop screaming about them.

They were so unique. Interracial, both neurodivergent and just special in every way. I honestly have never seen another ship like them and even outside of their relationship, they were both just such amazing characters. That’s probably my favorite thing about them. They were their own women with their own arcs and they never needed the other to make them interesting or to prop them up. I actually love the fact that we got to learn about them separately first before they ever fell for each other, made them becoming canon that much more rich tbh. They were individually intriguing characters and then together they were just a force.

Despite how they ended, they’ll always be one of the best femslash couples that graced TV and if you know about their amazingness then you are living life right.

Thank you for your time. This has been a PSA.

i've made this post before

this is personal to me obviously but something that i know confirms johnlock was me and jules talking at length and comforting each other about tsot before it aired and how we’d be ok if the wedding was beautiful extensive etc if johnlock died there and then we were like it’s ok we’ve had fun and we have each other and fanfic but tsot literally broke down our doors and screamed in our faces THE WEDDING WASN’T WORTH BEING ON FILM and i knew, because they could have ended it then but they didn’t, and some people think this is queerbaiting which i appreciate but, why, would they spend so much time and effort on so many scenes, props, etc however the fuck much we’ve found, that confirm johnlock if for nothing?? i guess making this post is pointless because those who believe believe and those who don’t will believe when it happens so

Honestly? Jin and Jimin are /adults/. They’re not catty teenage girls going behind each others backs and insulting each other, this was a part of a /game/, where the point is to roast someone basically.

Obviously, no one is trying to say that the statement that Jin made was okay or not uncalled for in any way (it personally made me cringe, and yeah, I’d rather it not have been said). But to criticize those kinds of statements means you should criticize them when they’re being used against anyone, including the /countless/ times they were used against other members i.e. Jin.

Going back to the adult thing, Jin and Jimin work and live together, and have for almost 5+ years. All of the boys are very close, and if there is an issue, I am sure at this point they are mature enough to address it with one another and talk it out.

Interview with cast Members “N” and “S” off the set of the recently concluded Naruto

- Were you expecting this kind of ending? It’s quite a shift in focus compared to how the series was going before…”

N: Well actually, that’s a funny story.

S: I don’t think it’s funny at all.

N: (laughs) Well, you see, some years ago the writers made some weird changes to the script. Everyone was pretty disgruntled about it, but despite all the complaining they decided to keep the changes. And they kept making more changes too.

S: Some things are directly contradicting each other. It’s kind of ridiculous

- “Why the changes?”

N: I dunno. They’d never tell us that. We’re just supposed to act, you know?

S; I think it was an orchestrated effort to rewrite some of the series to make sure it can somehow continue with sequels. Isn’t that how it always happens?

- “Oh, so there’s going to be a sequel?”

S: Unfortunately…

N: Luckily the two of us were able to renegotiate our contracts to have less of a role. They hired a bunch of kids to take our place and that’s fine by me. I’m kind of ready to move on and start something new

S: Easy for you to say. I might as well just retire forever. People are ever only going to see me as “Pathetic Sakura in an abusive relationship!”

N: Ah come on….

- “Are you looking into jumping into another role right away?”

N: No. We both need some time off. The stress from these roles were kinda ridiculous

S: And now that the chaos of the end of production is over, we’re looking forward to staying home with our son now. He used to love the show, but now…

N: I think it might give him nightmares…

S: We aren’t going to let him watch anymore.

- “Anything you want to say to your fans out there reading this?”

N: Uh, sorry if we disappointed? We did our best. Actually, I think we played our parts really well. We were believable right? Thank you for watching! … if you watched it

S: We aren’t going away yet, but regardless, hope you look forward to seeing us in other roles! Thank you!

Simulate

Request

Could you maybe write a very dirty imagine where Roman is an incredible flirt and tease and once he gets you in bed and y'all are loud and in the moment Seth and Dean walk in ‘unaware’ and tease you so you and Roman get even louder and nastier - ANONYMOUS


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I don’t how know it’d happened. One minute I was the new girl, trying to find my own two feet in the business. I made friends on the roster, some of them becoming so close so instantly it was like we’d known each other for long. And then there was Roman, whom I had a major crush on, myself and about 85% of the other women on the roster. Even the ones in relationships spoke highly of him and how good looking he was. Those that didn’t ‘see it’, were just in denial; I was so sure of it.

I remember the first time I met him, it was in passing as we crossed paths backstage. I was starstruck, and he eyed me up and down, checking me out surreptitiously and greeting me with a smile.

“How you doin’?” he said casually, and carried on walking, not even waiting for my response. It kept me curious…

I fell for him instantly. We started talking a lot more the more we saw each other; talking turned into blatant flirting.

He’d walk past me in the gym and say things like, “Nice shorts,” or “your hair looks cute today,” or just blatantly (when we went out on nights together with the others) “you look really sexy tonight.” But the blatant flirting never went any further than that, much to my dismay.

I became a target for my friends and his; they knew how I felt, it’d been a secret but somehow it leaked and everyone suddenly knew and liked to tease me about it. Apparently the feeling was mutual but at the same time I’d heard he was fooling around with Alicia, so I backed away. And she confirmed it one night when we went out for dinner and she wouldn’t stop talking about him and the size of his empire. I felt sick with jealousy, I resented her because she knew how I felt but at the same time she wasn’t my close friend or anything so really, she didn’t owe me anything.

“Aye, Y/L/N,” Roman called out to me one afternoon and approached me. “You coming over tonight?”

“Where?” I frowned.

“My place,” he said as if it was obvious. I gave him a hard look, he kissed his teeth and started laughing, placing his hand gently on my shoulder. “Not like that, I mean everyone’s coming, we gon order some food, drinks, chill, get wild, whatever rocks your boat,”

Then I remembered he’d mentioned this in a group chat a few days ago and everyone in the chat had been enthusiastic about going. I never replied to confirm.

“Oh,” I played it cool looking down at the floor. “I don’t know,”

“Why? All your girls are coming, don’t be left out,”

“Peer pressure,” I joked then finally looked up at him into those grey eyes.

He stole my breath away no matter how many times I looked at him, sometimes I really forgot how good looking he was. And just by that, I felt the pressure to say yes so I could see more of him. But then a part of me thought why waste my time? He wasn’t interested.

“I can’t, I have a few things to do tonight,”

He pouted, his enthusiasm deflating, “Why tonight? Can’t you do it tomorrow?”

I shook my head no apologetically. He sighed and pushed the strands of stray hairs back with a puff.

“That’s a shame, I wish you were coming,”

Me too to be honest, but I wasn’t going to bring myself to watch him and Alicia flirting or getting cosy. Luckily, somehow I’d managed to not see it since the rumours.

“I’m sorry, I’ll make it up to you,”

“You better, you sure there’s no way to convince you to come?” he lowered his voice and stepped closer, closing the gap between us.

I suddenly felt short of breath and disorientated, he was clouding my thoughts and judgment, probably his intention to corner me to say ‘yes’. His musk did not exactly helping either. I pursed my lips and swallowed the lump in my throat, looking up to see a flirtatious smirk tugging at his lips.

“Uhh, no,” I stuttered. “I can’t, what about Alicia?”

Shit, big mouth.

“She’s coming,” he said casually, not even blinking an eye.

“Yeah,” I shrugged. “So you don’t need me, you’ll have her company,”

He scrunched up his face and tilted his head in confusion, “Why would you say that?”

“Oh come on Roman, don’t play dumb, you and her are hooking up, you don’t need me to be her stand-in if she’s already coming,”

He started laughing, his eyes squinting as the realisation really hit him hard. I wish it was that funny.

“What?! And who said that? Me and Alicia are not anything,” he stated. “That’s some bull, we did it once, I mean but that was once, before you joined us, who told you?”

I bit my lip, tempted to expose her for going around and claiming him but I bit my tongue and shook my head, shrugging.

“It’s going around, that’s all,”

“Well don’t worry about it because there’s nothing there, I’m not attracted to her,” he confirmed and started playing with the lace string on my jumper as if it was innocent. “So…you weren’t coming tonight because of Alicia? Were you jealous?”

I stared at him blankly.

“Oh shit for real? Don’t even give me that look, it’s fucking sexy alright?” he glanced up then down. “I think it’s cute you were jealous, you like me more than you let on,”

“Okay you’re going overboard flattering yourself,”

He shrugged, “Just saying, so, will you come over tonight? You can stay the night,”

“Don’t push it,”

“I’m not asking you,” he looked right into my eyes and I thought fuck; how the hell do I even deny that? I felt my stomach tingle and my panties soak instantly. “I’m telling you,”

I made a mental note to wear my sexy lingerie that I preserved for my eyes only a lot lately. My sex life had been non-existent for a while.

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“You okay?” he mumbled, nudging me with his elbow that evening as we huddled in his living room socialising over copious amounts of pizza.

“Mhhh-hmm,” I smiled at him. “Just tired,”

“Want me to kick them out?” he said referring to his guests.

I happened to look up, and around, catching Alicia staring at us whilst in a conversation with Paige. I looked away immediately, intimidated by her fierce gaze. She’d been doing that a lot lately towards me, I got it, I knew why, but still.

“No, don’t do that, I think I’m gonna go to bed,”

He pouted, “Nooo, stay, thirty more minutes?”

I chuckled, keeping my voice low in shielding the conversation from the others, even though they were busy engrossed in their debate.

“I’ll literally just fall asleep on you, I’m that tired,” I sat up. “Let me go wash my face and I’ll wait up for you in bed? Thirty minutes,”

I didn’t give him a chance to reply to ask what I really meant by that. I could see how perplexed he was. He watched me stand up to leave, eyes trained on me as he thought about my statement.

“Where are you going?” Paige called out.

“That’s very intrusive, I could be going to the bathroom,”

“'Could be,’ but you’re not,”

“I’m going to bed,” I said, my body heating up in embarassment as suspicious smiles appeared on my onlookers’ face.

“That’s a hint for you bro,” Dean wiggled his brows suggestively at Roman.

Ignoring the remark, albeit true, I ran up the stairs and stripped in his bedroom; helping myself to his shirt at the foot of the bed. I climbed in and flipped through his sport magazine briefly, expecting him to come in soon behind me. I heard voices and laughter downstairs and assumed he wasn’t going to come anytime soon, especially with his friends and mine pushing him, he liked to be stubborn. It’d have been awkward. Ten minutes passed and he wasn’t there still, I wasn’t going to stay up past the 30 minutes I gave him. I was straining myself already; I could feel my body being enticed by sleep.

Right when I turned off the bedside lamp and got comfortable, I heard footsteps ascending the stairs and get louder with each step. There was a brief knock at the door, and he walked in, switching on the main light.

“You said half an hour,”

“I thought you weren’t gonna come, you have ten minutes left,”

“By that, do you mean I have ten minutes to get the job done or…?”

“I mean join me or I’m going to sleep for real,” I said opening the sheets out to welcome him.

“Turn on that light for a second,” he said as he turned off the main one.

He took his shirt and jeans off, left
in boxers - he came towards the bed. I admired the view as he took a long walk towards me, flaunting his rock hard body. My mouth watered at the dirty thoughts flooding my mind. Down girl.

“I came to tuck my favourite girl in,” he smiled. “Tell you a bedtime story and sing you a lullaby,”

“Whoa I get a show too?” I pointed to his nude torso.

“You get anything you want sweetheart,” he said climbing in and went to reach over to switch off the lamp and paused, looking at me weirdly. “Hold up, is that my shirt?”

“Uh…yuh,”

“Why’re you stealing my shit?”

“Mhhh…because I can?”

“Take it off,” he demanded. I could sense his playfulness but I got so turned on and I think he noticed when I instinctively bit my lip in response. He played up to it. “Take. It. Off.”

“Make me,” I said without thinking.

And then I did think seconds later, no regrets because he straddled me and pushed the shirt up and I didn’t even put up a fight. I wanted to see how far he’d go. He stopped when it bunched up underneath my boobs and looked down at me.

“Nice panties,” he complimented my lime green thin bit of fabric covering my sex.

“Thanks,”

Then we just looked at each other before he lowered himself and he kissed me, for the first time ever. I kissed him back, desperately so, like I’ve wanted to do for a while. We moaned in each other’s mouthes and before I knew it I was rolling my hips against his groin and he buried his hands inside the shirt, massaging my breasts as he kissed me. My nipples hardened within seconds and he pinched them delicately, I felt myself get so aroused that I wanted him immediately.

He pulled away and licked his lips, I mimicked his action.

“So ummm, I need to take my shirt back,” he said ever so politely like a decent human being.

I nodded and sat up, pulling it over my head and offered it to him, but he wasn’t paying attention to that anymore. He was looking at my boobs with my erect nipples ready for his attention. I dropped the shirt next to the bed and the next thing I knew his plump lips were wrapped around one bud and I threw my head back in satisfaction. I slowly lay back down with him suckling at me, I tried to be quiet with my moans but it felt too good to contain.

“I’m so wet for you,” I told him, taking his hand and dipping it inside my panties to prove it.

He grunted when he felt it for himself, rubbing me as he paid attention to my twin peaks.

“I want your fingers inside me,” I instructed him and he was stubborn for a minute or two by continuing to massaging and thumbing my clit gently before I felt one finger sliding in, instantly followed by another.

I gasped in ecstasy and held onto him tighter as I felt my walls being stretched. It’d been a while and I knew I needed that to prime me.

“You feel so tight,” he commented with a restrained grunt.

“I want you to fuck me until I’m all stretched out Roman,”

“Fuck,” he hissed and pulled his fingers out, tasting every drop of my juices before reaching for his drawer and pulled out a gold wrapper.

I sat up on my elbows and watched him pull his tented boxers down, revealing his hard erection, long, thick glistening and ready. My mind went into overdrive as I thought about what he could to me with that. I watched him roll on the condom and stroked himself a couple of times before he played at my entrance, soaking his shaft with my juices.

“Mhhhhh,” I moaned, laying back down.

Even that, the simplest thing felt so good. It’d really been a while.

“You ready?” he asked.

I opened my legs wider as he found a better position and he pushed himself inside me slowly. My breath came out jagged and caught, he was so big, it felt so tight like he was doing me for the first time. I gripped the bedsheets as he pushed all the way in slowly, hissing with every inch that he drove into me.

“Fuck Y/N, how long’s it been?”

“A little too long,”

“Damn,”

He held himself there as we got accustomed to each others bodies; moulding into each other’s sex. Then he started drawing back and pushing back into me again in repeated motions until it started to feel really good. I didn’t realise it then how loud we’d gotten but why did it matter when we were having such a good time.

We were a chorus of curses, breathy moans, sloppy kisses and harmonious rhythms. And it was going so well until there was a gentle knock at the door. Roman ignored it, determined as he fucked me harder, our eyes trained on each other.

There was another knock.

“Room service,” Dean’s unmistakable voice called out followed by a set of giggles.

“Hello?” Seth called out this time with a put on accent. “Anyone in there or we’ll barge in?”

“Roman,” I whimpered trying to get him to stop as he fucked me so good that sweet sensation brewed inside me, because I knew there was no way I could come like this.

“They’ll go away,” he grunted, punctuating the statement with an aggressive thrust that rendered me speechless, but elicited the loudest moan yet.

Immediately after, the door barged open, Seth and Dean stumbled in.

“Oh shit,” Seth said clutching onto the door handle as if he hadn’t expected it to actually open.

Our bodies ceased all motion, I instinctively cried out, pulling the sheets over our bodies and tried to hide underneath.

“Fuck, really?” Roman growled, glaring at our intruders. “What the fuck?!” he growled.

“Oh,” Seth said feigning a look of sympathy at us and then innocence at Dean. “Silly us, we thought no one was in here,”

“Yeah, we came to make out,” Dean said plainly. “We can see you guys beat us to it,”

“Get out,”

“Is this the hook-up room?” Dean asked innocently.

“For real Dean, Seth, get the fuck out,”

“Oh jheeze,” I hid in embarrassment.

“Oh, wait, are we in the way?” Seth questioned. “Oh hey Y/N, was wondering -”

I covered my face with my hands, if this wasn’t embarrassing enough already, being acknowledged by name made it worse.

“Can you…just go please?” I voiced awkwardly, feeling uncomfortable despite being covered up.

“Dean let’s go find another room,” Seth suggested, backing out. “The lady’s spoken, enjoy your…umm okay, bye,”

“Wait, I wanna-” Dean said but Seth dragged him and I think that was more to do with Roman’s unfaltering glare.

“Fuck- ouch, don’t touch me,” I heard Dean yell on the other side of the door.

“I’m sorry,” Roman looked down at me, a cross between sympathy and annoyance.

“It’s okay,” I said, thinking what the fuck just happened. Then we both started laughing, coming to halt when we heard the two laughing as well on the other side of the door.

“'Oh Roman, you’re so big,” Seth imitated loudly.

“Oh yeah? You like that baby-girl?” Dean replied.

“Yes…oh…harder Roman, you’re best,”

“I know I am, how hard do you want it?”

“So, they’re drunk,” Roman narrated, looking down at me, pinching the bridge of his nose in distress.

“You thrown off?” I asked, playing with his baby hair.

“No, you?”

“No,”

“Good,”

“Do me a favour?”

“Mhhh?”

“Give it to me hard, I wanna drown out their noises,”

“I can do that,” he smirked. “You sure?”

“Yes,” I said rolling my hips to get him started. “I can handle it,”

He grabbed a hold of my legs and pushed them against my thighs, as he entered me again. I moaned aloud at how good he felt in me again. He drew in and out of me, slowly but with a firm thrust, gradually picking up speed. He persevered like so, increasing the speed and force so much that our skin slapped against each other and the bed hit the wall. I loved it. I bellowed. He repeated, cursing, at the way I responded.

“Harder,” I whimpered.

“Roll over,” he commanded when he paused to pull out of me.

Too slow in action, he rolled me in a swift move and I was now lying on my stomach.

I felt the tip at my soaking wet entrance, then after that the room was filled with our loud grunts and hiccuped sentences. He filled me up deliciously, slamming into me fully with every stroke and then I felt my walls contract.

“I’m coming, shit shit shit!” I squealed as it built up fiercely. “Roman…”

If I thought he was gonna slow down then, I was wrong. He incresead the speed and vigor, pushing for his own orgasm too. Before I knew it we both rode the rollercoaster and came down from the high, in a series of hard and jagged breaths.

“Whoa, if I knew what you were working with I swear I’d have taken you right then and there the first day I saw you,” he sighed, hand on my waist.

“Well, jheeze thanks,” I rolled my eyes. “But the feeling’s mutual, I don’t think I can move,”

“I’ve never been so turned on in my life,” I heard Seth say.

“They’re still there?” Roman asked me, that annoyance returning.

“Maybe we weren’t loud enough,” I laughed.

“Oh I think the whole house heard us, especially Alicia,”

I gasped and looked at him wide-eyed, “I’ve officially made an enemy because of you!” I hit him on the chest.

He clasped his hands behind his head and lifted his shoulders in an attempted shrug, “Yeah but you have me now, good compromise isn’t it?”

SubhaanAllaah… A sister approached me at Marwah after Umrah asking me if I had a pair of scissors so she could cut her hair to complete the Umrah. She asked me in English and I lent her the scissors. We started talking generally getting to know each other. We both had just completed Umrah on behalf of someone who has returned to Allaah subhaanahu wa ta'aala. We started talking about how much we are supposed to cut from our hair and how many Umrahs we wanted to do while we were here. The sister then realised that her hair was going to be a few cms shorter after completing Umrahs for the deceased family friends and family members of hers. I then asked her if this will deter her from doing them and she answered me honestly and said yes. I mean.. Its her hair and she doesn’t have to do Umrah on behalf of anyone else. This isn’t something that she will be held accountable for. But it just made me think… When you pass away no one will really care about you. I mean the reality was stark in my face. People… Your own family and friends will prefer a fingertip of hair on their head that will grow back anyways over helping you in your hereafter and potentially changing your level in Jannah.
Inna lillaahi wa inna ilayhi raaji'oon. Wallaahi take care of yourself because no one else will.
May Allaah grant us companions who will genuinely care about us long after we go.

Am I that easy to forget? Pt 2

A/N: Okay, start here. Then at the end there will be a link that you choose which brother is going to make everything better.

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Originally posted by negandarylsatisfaction

Your dad made both boys run to the store while he sat with you in the family room talking about everything that was bothering you; how Sam never wanted to be around you anymore, how Dean ignored your calls and texts, you even told him about Alec breaking up with you. By the time you finished talking you were sobbing in his arms, causing his heart to break even more.

“Babygirl, you know your brothers aren’t trying to hurt you on purpose right?” He asked you.

“I know,” You told him, wiping your eyes, “Doesn’t mean it doesn’t hurt any less. They’re moving on and leaving me in the dust. Soon we’ll just turn into those siblings who never see each other, except they’ll still see each other and continue to ignore me.”

“They aren’t ignoring you Y/N.” John said, wiping a tear that was falling down your cheek, “They’re both just growing up. Soon you’ll be applying to college and running away from this place.” He said, trying to lighten the mood.

You let out a bitter laugh, “Yeah right, I’ll be lucky to get into any school. I’m not like Sam and Dean, they’re ridiculously smart and I’m just me. Dean got into one of the top programs for criminal justice in the country and Sam got into freaking Stanford, Dad. Standford! I’ll be living in my room until I’m forty while Sam and Dean go off and do amazing things. Just like always. I’ll just be the disappointing kid as usual.”

“Y/N. You know none of that is true.” John said, looking you straight in the eye.

You didn’t say anything, you just looked at your dad’s chin, unable to look him in the eye. You opened your mouth to say something when Sam and Dean arrived home from the store.

“Hey guys.” Sam said as he walked into the room, “We got some snacks, figured we could binge some Netflix, what do you say Y/N?”

“I even got some licorice.” Dean added, waving the bag next to his face.

You looked at your dad before shaking your head and leaving the room, you made a b-line for the stairs and a few moments later the sound of your door slamming could be heard throughout the house.

The Winchester men all stared at each other before Mary entered the room, tears in her eyes. “Does she really think all of that?” She asked as John gave her a hug.

“She’s just going through a tough time.” John said, rubbing her back, “I think maybe having Sam or Dean talking to her will help.” He added, looking at his sons, “I think right now they might be the only ones that’ll help.”

The brothers shared a look, “What’d she say?” Dean asked, worried about what the response was going to be.

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Let’s stop >> Chen, You (Drabble)

“I’m not sure if…” You said, fiddling with your fingers. “… If we can stay like this. Let’s stop seeing each other.”

Your heart beats wouldn’t stop raising as you said the words you had been thinking about the whole night. How to end your suffering in uncertain relationship.

Chen made it clear that he would never ask you to be his girlfriend. He told you that you weren’t his ideal type, yet his actions said otherwise. You didn’t know if he was a player or what but he knew well how to mess up with your feelings and make you so confused.

You have decided not to meet him again. To ask him to stay away from you, if he didn’t love you. You were sick of being treated like his only girl, then watch him making out with another girl.

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